Dottie’s Revenge???
Author: Magoo

In their last match, Joan gave Dottie a serious beating. Dottie, though Joan turned her on, was determined to be in control the next time. With her usual determination she has been working daily toward that end. I bought her a heavy bag and she works out on that to music every morning, slamming it over and over, pretending it is Joan. She also found a neighbor, Pauline, who had wrestled. Pauline probably weighs over 200 pounds. Pauline was teaching Dottie how to deliver pain, mostly by dishing it to Dottie. She would show Dottie a hold, use her brute strength to break the hold, throw Dottie down and force a submission. Most times I saw her on top of Dottie, smothering her with her tits, or crushing Dottie’s body, neck or head with her huge thighs. It was apparent both women were turned on. But it was friendly, not like when Joan destroyed Dottie.

Finally Dottie said she was ready for Joan. Joan has been ready. She wants another shot at Dottie. She said she would hold Dottie while I got into her butt. Now that is Dottie’s aim for Joan.

Dottie: very tan, 60 y.o., 5’4”, 140 pounds, dark hair with about a quarter grey, powerful legs, big but soft biceps, broad shouldered, 38D, soft belly, is dressed in a tank top and shorts, bare feet. Dottie, is pretty smart. She is a college grad who ran her own business for many years.

Joan, very pale in contrast to Dottie – she hates the sun, 52 years old, currently dark blonde hair,120 pounds, slim to the point of skinny, 5’6” 32B, 145 pounds, hard wiry muscles, tight abs, long arms ending in long slim hands that looked like claws, wearing a short pink robe, wrestling boots that come to just below her calves accenting the muscle in her calf, gloves that covers the knuckles for punching but allows the fingers free to apply wrestling holds. In contrast to Dottie, she is not terribly smart. She stopped working when she first got married and hasn’t worked since. She moves slowly and deliberately and has to think about each move. She is a devastating puncher when she lands, but has to think about each punch.

They agreed to use the same rules as last time. It will be strictly submission. They would box/wrestle/brawl until one woman gave up or tapped out. No eye gouging or individual finger bending scratching or biting. Choking would be allowed. The only condition for a restart was a clean, no contact break. The woman who just won the fall could immediately apply the same hold if her opponent did not get away after the break. This would be a 60 minute match. It would not end until the 60 minutes expired. I would nominally be the referee but I was only to interfere if a hold was not broken after an apparent submission or if I thought a woman was in serious distress and could not submit. If one woman got ahead by 5 submissions during the time limit, I could not interfere at all. This item was introduced to discourage a woman that was taking a bad beating from giving up too quickly.

The match will take place in my spare empty bedroom. Nothing but carpet on the floor.

This is Dottie. I am impatient and want to get it on. I tell Joan to lose her robe. I give a little start as Joan opens the robe. Joan is naked except for her boots and knuckle protecting gloves. She drops the robe and advances on me, left hand out, knees bent, right hand poised for an uppercut. I am ready for this – Joan did it last time. As Joan launches the punch, I slap it aside with one hand and slam the other one in an uppercut into her tit. Joan stops dead but I come in swinging with both hands, pounding on Joan’s body. Joan backs up but I keep coming, slamming Joan’s body with one punch after another. Magoo told me that if I came after her aggressively she would become defensive and forget to throw punches. My punches are delivered mostly with my arms. I have not yet learned to get my whole body into every punch the way Joan does, but she has yet to land a punch. She tries to cover up as she backs into the wall. I grab her throat with my left hand and pin her to the wall and continue to throw one hook after another into Joan’s body. My god does that feel good – her ribs, her tits her belly. I am getting so turned on. I land a couple of punches on those hard wiry thighs. Yesss! Her leg sags and I let her drop. I grab her foot and twist her onto her belly. Then tucking her ankles under my armpits, I begin dragging her in a circle around the rug. She twists from side to side trying to keep her tits from scraping on the rug. “I give up”, she screams. I drag her a few more feet and release her ankles.

Submissions: Joan 1 Dottie 0

Clean break – I dive on her, roll her between my thighs and clamp a body scissors across that slim hard belly. Gently at first. I wrap one arm around her head and with a hand on chin, tilt her head so I can look in her face. The other hand gently caresses one of her battered little tits. I finger her nipple and can feel it harden. “You like that honey”. She nods. “Tell you what, after you give up again I’ll suck on it a little.” I give her a deep kiss, tongue working inside her mouth. Then, “Here we go baby.” My scissors tightens, her breath escapes in a big gasp. Both arms around her head, I stretch her. A weird cry escapes her as I stretch her spine. She immediately begins slapping at the thigh across her belly. “Not yet hon.” I continue the stretch, watching the agonized look on her face. Finally as I see Magoo come toward us, I release her and roll her from between my thighs. I thought Magoo would let me go for a while. He loves to watch my leg muscles.

Submissions: Joan 2, Dottie 0

I stand up, looking down at her watching her slim, hard, white body squirming in agony, struggling to breathe. I strip my clothes off and lie down next to her. I begin sucking gently on one of her tits. I love the way that nipple hardens when stimulated. I roll on top of her and push my thigh into her crotch. She uses her legs to pull it in tight and begins to rub against it. She begins to rub frantically. She is having an orgasm. I sure wish I could have one that easy. Joan winds down and I grab her throat, “Let my leg go dear.” She gasps and releases my leg. I sit up on her and get her in a school girl press, my knees on her biceps, her wrists pinned to the floor. “I give, I give”, she screams. I am enjoying the agonized look on her face but I release her wrists and begin to rise off her. I expect her to squirm away but she just lies there. Clean break – I drop back on her. Magoo said she wasn't very smart.

Submissions: Joan 3, Dottie 0. Orgasms: Joan 1

Knees on her biceps, one hand gripping her forehead, I deliver 3 quick punches to her cheek. She grips my thighs. “Feel those thighs, baby. Magoo likes them much better than those skinny legs of yours.” Then I slide up off her biceps and put my crotch on her mouth. I have just recently removed most of the hair on my pussy after buying a new bathing suit. Joan tries to work her tongue into me but I will be more turned on making her suffer. I settle my weight hard on her face, adjust so I have her mouth and nose covered. She begins to struggle desperately, a look of fear in her eyes. I grip her wrists and hold her hands tight against my thighs so she can’t tap out. God yesss! I’m going to come. Magoo starts toward us when he sees Joan can’t breathe or tap out. “Not now Magoo.” But I know he will pull me off. I need 3 more submissions before he will leave us alone. I grab Joan’s hair and roll to one side pulling her neck between my thighs, grinding my pussy into her throat. Ankles locked, turn on the pressure, watching the fear on Joan’s face. She is getting some air now but probably not much blood to her brain. That look on her face only adds to the feeling in my crotch. “Not now Magoo, I’m coming.” Magoo struggles get my legs apart but he know he can’t do that without hurting me bad. Joan is slapping desperately at my thigh. I twist and squirm as my orgasm peaks. Magoo stops trying to separate my legs and begins feeling my calf. Then he gets down and begins sucking on it. Finally my orgasm winds down and I relax my legs. “That was good Joannie, baby. Lets just rest here a minute”. I hold her neck loosely between my thighs as we both rest. Then I roll her away.

Submissions: Joan 4, Dottie 0. Orgasms: Joan 1, Dottie 1

I stand up and look down at her. “That’s 4 times you’ve given up, hon. One more and I own you.” I drag her up by the hair and get a side headlock on her, slam a fist into her cheek, then really apply the pressure, her temples in the crook of my arm, I push up hard on the arm trapping her head, crushing into her temples. I give Magoo a bicep show. Joan is screaming, “please, no more, I give up”. I look at Magoo. “That’s the 5th submission. She’s yours now.” I parade her once around the room then bring her up to Magoo. I see the bulge in his pants and ask, “you ready for your reward now?” “Any time you say, hon, but first, let me feel that bicep”, he replies. He first caresses it, then begins sucking on it. I really tighten up and Joan gives an ungodly scream and starts sobbing. Holding Joan by the hair, I reverse the headlock. Magoo is sitting on the floor removing his pants and footwear. I back Joan into his face, he grips Joan by the thighs and caresses them. I can see her tightening her muscles for him. Magoo then pulls Joan in tight against his face and works his tongue on her ass. I don’t think I want to kiss him tonight. I know these 2 have a history before I came along but I want to see him plunge that hard dick in her ass. He stands up and presses into her. Joan gives a little squeak of pain then, “yes honey, drive it all the way in.” Magoo responds by grabbing her hips and forcing in as far as he can go. Another gasp of pain from Joan but then she begins flexing her butt, milking Magoo’s cock. His eyes are closed and he looks like he is in heaven. I am sure he is already starting to orgasm. A couple gasps from Magoo as he cums. I tighten my grip on Joan's neck with my one arm and reach a hand down to feel Joan's flexing butt. Wow is that muscle hard. Suddenly I want to feel those legs on my head. This woman turns me on.

Submissions: Joan 5, Dottie 0. Orgasms: Joan 1, Dottie 1, Magoo 1.

I send Magoo out to clean up. I hip toss Joan to the floor, grab her hair and run her into the wall, banging her head against it. Then I go to work on one of the.r tits, pounding, punch after punch. “Maybe I can make this little thing into a real tit Joanie, honey.” The tears running down her face, the look of pain, I am so turned on. That white, muscular body in my control. I begin to come. Another punch. “Oh yes”. I am on my toes, the cum running down my leg. Then Joan wraps two of those big hands around my wrist and forearm. She pushes me away, then ducks under my arm and spins, I am in a hammer lock, she slams me face first into the wall, forces me to my toes. Really applies the pressure. “I give up, I give up.” She whispers in my ear, “no one to save you now honey. I own you.” A punch explodes in my kidney. Then 2 hands on my arm again. I scream. She releases the arm – I can't move it. Her arm is around my neck, choking me. I cant breathe, I can't talk. I am feeling faint. Suddenly I am on the floor, my head is between Joan's knees. I am in a standing head scissors. Unbearable pressure. I try to drive into her to take her down but I find out her back is against the wall. More pressure. I hear Magoo return. I begin caressing the hard smooth skin of Joan's calves. Magoo seems to be right next to us. I think they are kissing. I hear her tell Magoo, “She hurt my tit Magoo, give it some loving.” She tightens up even more. Then there is nothing.

Submissions: Joan 5, Dottie 1. Orgasms: Joan 1, Dottie 2. But the obvious winners are Joan and Magoo.

When I come to, they are both missing. But I know I'll be back again – Joan still turns me on.